On the day her engagement is broken off, Yu Zhao tears away her saintly facade, and blood-red wings blot out the sky. It turns out she is no divine maiden, but a demon phoenix imprisoned for a thousand years. Xie Wuji stands in the wind and snow with his sword in hand, whispering, “I always knew you weren’t her.” Yun Nishang raises a purification talisman with trembling hands, while a white crow chuckles from the shadows. “It’s time for Heaven’s Dao to pay its debts.” As the sect’s grand platform collapses and a thousand-year-old deception is exposed, Yu Zhao’s blood awakens the ancient demon phoenix realm, while Xie Wuji’s sword turns out to be the key to the altar. She is no longer a sacrifice, but the judge.
